I Married a Slut

I married a slut. I know I married a slut. I planned it that way. She is a beautiful girl and I love her dearly. She fulfills my every fantasy at my request. She fulfills her every fantasy with my permission. She is my soul, she is my inspiration, she is my wife and I love her dearly. More

I married a slut. I know I married a slut. I know because I planned it that way. I knew back in high school that I was a voyeur. I liked to watch people having sex, not that I didn't like to participate I just liked watching it made the sex all the better. There's not much chance to do that in high school but sometime after graduation on one particular double date, I got my chance and found my sweet slut. Now don't get me wrong, I like sex just as much as the next person does. I just like to watch before or during.

"Hey, what's going on Jane?"

"Would you like to take me to the drive-in?"

My jaw dropped at her request. I knew she was seeing my buddy but she was such a sexy and pretty girl. She is that girl next door that all guys dream about having live there.

"Sure, let me get my coat," I told her, ducking back inside.

I grabbed my coat and keys and out the door, I went. I was on autopilot. I opened her door, helping her in, then ran around to the driver's side and climbed in, backing out the driveway and driving away.

"Do you mind if we double date with Janice and Brad?"

"No, not at all, where are we picking them up?"

"At Janice's house, go up three blocks and take a right then two blocks, forth house on the left."

"Sure thing," I said.

We were there in three minutes. Janice and Brad were waiting on her front porch. I beeped the horn and they came running over to the car and climbed in the back seat on Jane's side. I had a two door.

"One more stop and then we can go, is that okay?"

"Sure, no problem, where too?" I asked.

"Jimmy's."

My head buzzed and my heart started to pound as I put the car in gear and drove off. It was twenty of the most agonizing minutes, I ever spent in a car. Jane and Janice talked and carried on as if nothing was wrong. Brad sat silently as I drove to my buddy's house. As we pulled up Jane started to cry, his car was gone. Well, not his car, his mothers, we were out of high school but just barely. Everyone was over eighteen but had yet to start collage or go out and get a real job. As the car stopped, Jane jumped out, ran up to the house, and knocked on the door. Jimmy's mom answered and let her in giving her a hug and holding her there in the door for a minute.

"He is so fucking screwed," Janice said.

"All right, what's going on?" I asked.

"You don't know? Jimmy is out with someone else tonight. He was supposed to go out with Jane but called her and said he wasn't feeling well. She didn't believe him, waited an hour and called back. His mom told her he had gone out, she thought to see her," Janice told me.

When Xavier was an adolescent, he devoured books in the science fiction genre. All types of science fiction. From the future military novels and shorts stories by David Drake, Andrew & William Keith and Keith Laumer, to the geopolitical novels of Mack Reynolds and Gordon R. Dickson, he liked them all. Fantasy stories on the other hand did not quite have an appeal for him in fact the only fantasy type series Xavier read were the Pern novels by Anne McCaffrey.

By far Xavier's favorite authors were Robert A. Heinlein, Gordon R. Dickson, Christopher Anvil and Fred Saberhagen. From Fred Saberhagen’s Berserker series to Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers, he fell in love with military sci-fi. He also thoroughly enjoyed Gordon R. Dickson’s Dorsai series where the future of combat in the universe is in the hands of mercenaries.

Stories of cataclysmic destruction of the world we know today fascinated him also. Near future history sci-fi, post apocalyptic sci-fi. How the human spirit would cope dealing with a situation completely foreign to them.

Another aspect of sci-fi Xavier found fascinating was the prospect of time travel or inter-dimensional travel. What would happen if you suddenly found yourself in another time? What would you do? How would you react? What if…

Xavier first started writing in 1989, after finding himself laid off from his first full time job after graduating. During that time, he started three different novellas’, all of which have been lost due to a disk malfunction. After a long hiatus, he started again in late 2004. His first efforts were not up to his own standards for publication. Xavier has since reworked some of them and published them on web sites where they were well received. This has made him bold enough to attempt to publish via an eBooks publisher.